15 minutes ago
A man on the Cleveland Regional Transit Authority lays himself to rest. He uses his coat along with his bag (filled with what I can only presume to be his only valuables; the essentials) as pillows.
Myself, I am boarding the last train home after a long day of work.
Here, I reflect on a life that once alluded me somewhere in the memories of my youth. I feel him there, tranquil and at ease... for this type of ataraxia can only come in dreams.
The "real" world on hold in his reality. Instead, it is replaced by his unconscious desires, his fantasies and a universe of peace.
Myself, tangled alongside life's ticking clock.
I can only celebrate the moment as it continues to resonate in my dreams.